Sound the Alarm! Bode turns 3!

Can you hear me crying on the inside?

We had balloons and donuts for breakfast, shared cupcakes with his class and ate cake with dad when he got home a few days later. We went to the toy store after school where he picked out a light saber, rode bikes at Al Barsha Park and spent the next two days convincing him that he was 3, not 5.

The plan was to have a Fireman Party the following week. But due to scheduling difficulties, a slow shipment from the US, an un-anticipated ear and throat surgery and me, just generally not having it together, it ended up being about a month later. Poor kid was asking about his fya-man for weeks. He seemed to have a good time. I hope it was worth the wait Bubs!

We had a house full of fire chiefs who put out fires, rescued kitty’s from trees and raced fire engines.

Bode rarely denies me a smooch.

This wild three year old is an easy one to love.